I, the "guest" and seriously wounded, had the privilege of receiving a whole canned fruit from the caretaker, and to the envious gaze of all, I picked up the black tin cylinder, and as soon as I brought it to my mouth, I smelled a pungent sour smell.

I poured the "fruit" into my mouth, as if someone had been stuffed with a handful of rotten leaves, and my throat twitched a dozen times before I could barely spit it out. I'm willing to bet anyone in this world that the weird smell is never much stronger than the silt I dug up in the sewers.

But...... It must be very nutritious!

Come to think of it, the underground molten cavern we're in right next to the volcano, and the skylight above us may be a natural wonder left by the eruption of some volcanic crater. The temperature inside the cave reached 45 degrees Celsius, and when a gust of wind blew, the bare skin immediately felt the heat of the sauna bath. Canned fruit has been simmered in this environment for 60 years, and it not only preserves its minimum edible value, but also deserves good medical value.

I closed my eyes and stuffed the sticky and greasy smell of the can into my mouth, and the "fruit" that could be sent to the museum as a historical artifact immediately set off a storm in my stomach, and I stretched out my right hand to clasp my throat and pressed the gastric juice back into my throat in a flurry of spasmodic retching.

Feeling the warm gastric juices rushing up and down my throat, I shouted to my body in my heart: "Swallow it!" If you still want to live to see Wanying's smiling face, and feel her indissoluble tenderness, and send her a bouquet of the reddest, most beautiful and beautiful roses to her the moment she opens her eyes again, then please swallow it!! ”

"Get out of here!"

With a wave of my big hand, I slammed a soldier who looked like a medical staff staggered back and walked back, the syringe in his hand slammed into the wall, only to hear a soft and crisp sound, the syringe fell into countless pieces, and there was just twenty milliliters of blood drawn out of it, splashing a unique abstract picture on the rock!

More than 20 elderly men who were queuing up to donate blood looked at me dumbfounded, they didn't know why I was seriously injured and in danger of dying of shock at any time due to excessive blood loss, but they refused their treatment.

I want to live, I have my most beloved woman, I have a motherland for which I have dedicated a piece of blood and sworn to die without regrets, I have a large number of good brothers who share weal and woe more closely than blood, and I have an unshirkable vocation!

I don't want to die, but I can't allow my own blood to flow in my body! I can't even allow myself to accept the blood of these super butchers who slaughtered a whole 4,000 Chinese people!

An open first aid kit was placed on the table, and I strode over and pulled out a bottle of saline, which, although it was tightly sealed, was only half a bottle of liquid after sixty years of reincarnation. I found a syringe and gritted my teeth to inject saline into my veins.

A group of soldiers who had been guarding here for sixty years looked at the man in front of them dumbfounded, sparing them to claim that they were the strongest samurai in the world, and they did not hesitate to break their bones for the sake of the Great Emperor and His Majesty the Emperor, but they were still completely shocked by this man!

He had obviously reached the limit of his physical strength, and his whole body was trembling, but he stood there with a calm momentum that was as steady as Mount Tai and impeccable all over his body. When he injected himself with saline, that kind of action, that kind of expression, that kind of crazy hideousness, where he was healing himself, he was clearly fighting with death!

The syringe is his machine gun, and saline is his bullet!

He simply pushed a tube of saline into his veins with the speed of strafing, and he was covered with wounds all over his body, and every time he injected saline into his body, streams of blood would ooze from those wounds.

His body was almost sieveed by bullets, but he was still alive! He can still look up to the sky and smile proudly!

"Look at it, I can still live, because my heart is not dead, my fighting spirit is not dead! If you have to take me, then trade your life!! ”

With the most arrogant declaration of death in my heart, I threw away my syringe, took out two more bottles of saline, pried open the caps with my saber, and poured them into my stomach with one go.

What are special forces called?

Special forces are super elites who can do what others can't and can't do, not only with the strongest combat effectiveness, but also with the strongest vitality!

What is a combat hero?

Combat heroes are cockroaches that can't be killed, not only can they fight for their lives, but they can also inspire other people's brains to rush blood and scream to accompany themselves to fight for their lives! The combat hero has to get up hard when he is mortally wounded, put on an arrogant posture of "Lao Tzu is the best in the world", and finally escapes from the hands of death with the vitality of the nine-life demon cat.

If I can't do this, I don't deserve to be called a special forces force at all, let alone a combat hero of the [***] team!

I wrapped more than 20 layers of gauze around my wounds, found a comfortable corner to lie down, and before closing my eyes, I repeated a sentence in my heart a thousand times: "I will definitely open my eyes again!" I'll definitely open my eyes!! I'm going to definitely open my eyes......"

This phrase kept tumbling in my heart, in my brain, in every cell in my body, until it was deeply engraved into my soul, in the deepest part of my life.

Yes, I will definitely open my eyes again!

If I am destined to be apostasy and be tolerated by the world since I had an undeserved deformed love affair with Wanying, and my life is destined to be spent in non-stop fighting, then this sleep is the most tragic and difficult decisive battle I am about to face!

I was weak and tired, and perhaps once I fell into a deep sleep and lost my mental power, my heart would slowly stop beating, and I would unconsciously step into another world in the sweetness of darkness.

My enemy is weak, a painless paralysis, and only by imprinting in my spirit the belief that I will never stop fighting, can I allow myself to continue the war against death in my sleep!

The hall was silent, save for my slight snoring. Even in my sleep, my right hand was still tightly gripping the saber and putting on a fighting posture of both offense and defense, and the medical soldier who wanted to transfuse my blood at the beginning was holding a wet cloth and tried to come over and wipe the blood from my body several times, but several times I was forced to give up this action.

Even he didn't understand why, as soon as he walked within five meters of Fu Yinxue, a sharp breath would prick his hair all over his body and make it difficult to breathe, and his intuition kept sending him a strong warning: If he really walked to Fu Yinxue's side desperately, the saber that Fu Yinxue held tightly in his hand would definitely pierce his vital point like lightning.

Even the dispatcher and the two soldiers who shook the generator stopped working and looked at Fu Yinxue blankly, they were all soldiers who had been on the battlefield and experienced the most brutal World War II, but they really couldn't imagine that in this world, there was such a perverted madman who could almost break the laws of human physiology!

A soldier who led me into the hall looked at me with adoring eyes and whispered: "This should be the super elite of our Imperial Kamikaze Special Attack Team, worthy of being a super brave man who has won the 'Samurai' medal, and being able to follow behind this super strong man and be loyal to the empire is the biggest dream of my Sasaki's life!" ”

Most of the people present nodded vigorously and sat in a corner of the hall, and the only Shao Zuo present scolded in a low voice: "It is a shame for our empire to have such a stupid soldier!" ”

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